14 years and counting...

We're going out to celebrate our 14 year anniversary (anniversarary if you are in this family) today. The actual day of the deed done 14 years ago is Wednesday. But today we're having some kid free time and going out to have a little eat and maybe a drink or two.

It's been a stressful week here. For various reasons I don't think I'm ready to blog about--odd, I know--as I am the resident big mouth (O_O). But I'm not. I'll say this. I remembered all over again why I love him. On top of trying to keep me from flying off the deep end (about things I'm not ready to blog about) with a quiet sentence here and there. And hugs. And wine. He went missing after errands this morning. His big yellow Jeep was out there but he was not. Finally, exasperated and mildly annoyed I called him on his cell (though assuming him to be on homestead premises).


He couldn't talk. He'd seen someone fall on the ice while parking and ran almost a full block up the road to help. An older gentlemen who kept passing out because it turns out when he fell, he broke his ankle pretty badly. The man helped hold him up because he kept going down but saying, "I'm not passing out." The man said, "I know, we all need a catnap now and again." He'd never take someone's dignity from them.

Anyway, he couldn't talk. He stayed with the man and another man who had rushed to help (and had then fallen himself). The man with the broken ankle was pretty distraught because his wife had just been diagnosed with a brain tumor and was home alone. So...my husband being who he is got him to focus long enough to think to call his son and helped load him in the ambulance (he was a largish fellow, let's put it that way).

Then he came home to me. So, there you go. That is my little story for this sunny Saturday. I wouldn't trade a day of the 14 years (15 together). No matter what curve balls life has chucked at us...recent or otherwise.

Why the hands? I know what those hands can do. They can make me very happy (yes-in a dirty way), they can hold babies and fix things. They can hold a wife who's trying not to let her worries and her mind run away with her sanity due to fear. They can hold an old man up and help him dial a cell phone and they can vacuum while I'm working out (and mop, too!). Those hands can peel my papaya any day and the reason you only get to see his hands?...the rest of him is all mine.

XOXO
Sommer